#africanpoet

Mom and dad, locked up in a room. Staring at each other. Baby I love you, I want to say that too. Dad grabbed mom, A plant of kiss. I was made secretly Locked by my dad, Mom kept me within. After nine

Have you been in love yet scared to be? He stands here but I'm scared to have him, Maybe I'm scared he's here to go, Or I wonder if he could ever love me so. I once grasped love but he had to go, Empty

Not because I cannot live without it, But because I cannot live with me, Not because there is a perfect world, But because I create that perfect world. Not because I have seen it all, But because I cannot